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The jokes would come to an end here. Aikenshi had already thrown himself all so fiercely into that fighting mood. Where the attitude could nearly be tasted on the foe's lips. Simply looking on with a gaze that could turn the weak to stone had this young warrior allowed himself tobe ready for a blow from either direction - ahead, or even behind. There wouldn't be much time for the mere academy students to recover from their assault here in such a narrow battlefield. It was actually a little bit of the Nara's ridiculous ego that summoned such a state of thinking however. Apparently things had never been so serious but with the thoughts and stories told to him in his day, you could never be too careful.

The Genin would wait in place swimming in his wondrous thoughts waiting for one of the ninja to move until finally... The tension had been destroyed with a mere breath. Airya glaring for the one opposite of himself, he would point toward Aikenshi this time with but a small smirk clenching onto his skin. As if this had suddenly shifted into a time of joking and "friendliness" would the moron of a student speak toward the elder shinobi in play, "YOU SUCK ASS!" he'd shout, falling into a ball of laughter after. Of course as there would be accomplices just behind the Genin, they too would release their breath into the air. Knees to the dirt, arms across their guts... This was sincere to the lot of them, absolutely hilarious in almost every way was the only thing the Genin could assume.

Unfortunate enough as it may be for them however, Aikenshi hadn't really been the type to enjoy being laughed at in ANY situation no matter how little nor how big it may have been. Swallowing would he bring his feet a bit closer, hands before his chest jerking for for but a moment or so. From a distance it would seem as if he'd sent his fist into his palm but considering the situation... anyone could tell he'd shifted through a minor string of seals to begin shuffling his chakra. The laughter would cease however, and the young Nara would continue on with his little plan. He would swallow before spitting to the earth while clenching just one handseal ahead of his chest - his shadow dancing with a single stretch across the plane before him only to meet Airya's in a moment's notice... all movement brought to nothing.

"You ever disrespect me again..." he would speak, his voice grim and low. One could see the frustration blowing from his ears, leaking from his pores. The jokes were over, "I'LL RIP YOU A NEW ASSHOLE! ALL OF YOU." his voice would grow deeper, louder. The laughter would cease as Aikenshi flailed his arms and an unwilling Airya would follow. He was nothing more than a puppet at this point. Glued to the movement of his excelled rival. It was his own fault to speak out of line as he did and the only thing the one in charge now could do was preach, "YOU'RE ALL DAMN INSANE! YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW STRONG YOU COULD BE IF YOU DEDICATED YOUR TIME TO TRAINING AND STUDYING THE RIGHT WAY? LOOK AT THIS SHITHEAD" he'd preach, pointing toward Airya now and unfortunately, himself in terms..

"YOU DON'T WANNA BE LIKE HIM!" he would finish before noticing the odd look of things. A bare chuckle would leave his lips before he released Airya from possession of his Shadow Binding and looked to those behind him. It wasn't so much of a leader thing is what he actually wanted to believe, but he was the perfect leader - it's what he had been trained for. At least these were the thoughts in the back of his father's mind - either way, it was always a blessing for him, "Let's just..go." he spoke before hitting the dirt and turning straight around. They would follow him back if they knew what was good for them.

"The fuck...?" the words would slip from the young Genin's mouth as he so unwillingly absorbed the words spoken by the one known as "Kirito." He face had fallen straight blank now, no clue what was even going on for a second. He wouldn't bother turning to face the two behind him but rather take a few more steps forward towards his exit, hands fishing for his pockets. Aikenshi would stand idle for another moment or so still wondering what had been running through the mind of his accomplice lately. The words would run through his mind back and forth pumping like rusted pistons simply irritating him more and more with each moment he stood here and allowed himself to think about it without actually delivering a response. Nothing but a grin clenched his mug now. Bare anger beginning to swell within his gut.

The Genin would allow a soft smile to twist his appearance and with the disappointing facial would go the feeling to show dominance here. Asif rank meant something in the mind of this young warrior trained to be something others couldn't. He'd have his time to shine as the rays of azure bliss did above. He surely couldn't allow the Genin to best him and one thing he knew was that this shallow snake's time was just about here. Though with a shake of his head and a nod following, he would snap himself back into reality. The clock was ticking and this here was clearly time wasted. The Nara's future was on the line and he was here playing games... Something he failed to break down on and destroy - in ways, this is what kept the youthful shinobi moving forward. He was a Prince under his father's eyes and soon he would be King in his own.

"I'll catch you later Snake Eyes..." he would speak quickly before sprinting off to take his leave. How exactly he would get this done on his own route would be a bit difficult. Aikenshi was completely in the air on this one but as always he would put his mind to work and dig through the disgusting path in front of him. At which speed he had taken his leave was clearly a gesture for "he was on his own" and the cynical sneer clogging him was just the result of a good will feeling pushing through his core. Lightning blonde hair danced within the depths of Konoha's breath, his feet petting the ground in a beautiful pace as dirt kicked up behind each plant he took forward. This would be all so interesting and every thought popping into his mind spoke of it. So many scenarios running through his mind on how things could go if he went along on his own - all of them further pumping his adrenaline.

Eyes bouncing from adult to child as he sped past them with a grin on his face and a hand in his pocket. There was NO WAY he was to allowing himself the window to miss his targets for a single moment. This would be done flawlessly by the Nara for he too knew that EVERY move counted for something. Nothing needed to be wasted foolishly on this boy's clock. His breaths had grown just a bit more shallow compared to the very beginning of his sprint. His lungs working themselves ferociously...amazingly - all for the one streaming for success. Yes, the training as a child did indeed come in hand as a plus for him proved on this very day. His grin had never vanished and neither did the thoughts of proving everything to everyone. This was what he had been waiting for.

In a moment's notice would the look on his face begin to fade. Simply withering away as he slowed himself into that of a skid before abruptly stopping. Yet another disturbance for him. His path had once again been cluttered this time by one he'd been in search for. Azure beads would glimpse the piece of paper in grasp and not only did the name of this one look familliar, but as did HE himself. It was a mere conincidence... it had to be. Aikenshi had known this little dropout and this forced him into the sudden urge to strangle him. It was true times did change and along with it, people. Sighing, he would lift a single arm and point for the young ninja. "Some alley eh?"

Another day and as it seemed he had found himself dumped in yet another mission. Unlike the previous however, this one seemed to be a tad bit different as far as rank and performance needed would go. Azure eyes rolling from one end of the Nara's head over to the other as he took his steps forward through the Ninja academy. The place where the young were trained to become something along the "best." Those who didn't meet such a level to progress had been pushed to the back seats and only forced to start from the beginning... Though quite unfortunately, there were those who hadn't the decency to keep their cool and focus on the more important things in life. Dropping out wasn't all so flashy, at least for the Nara.

His hands buried in his pockets, he would part his lips for a sigh of relief. Eyes dropping to the fitting tank top caressing his torso, lightning blonde lockes as wild as ever - he'd close his eyes momentarily. Aikenshi's main goal here was to catch the liittle shits actually making a fool of themselves and their home by using their skill to vandalize the academy and village alike. In the Nara warrior's eyes this was absolutely unacceptable and wouldn't be brushed off. To see the mission slip for such almost even pissed him off so in short, he would definitely enjoy the depth this "C" rank mission carried with it. He would swallow and take his time to finding the one he had come along with... once again, Kirito.

As if there was anyone who could satisfy his humor the way this Kage-Hebi did - things just wouldn't be the same without him no matter how hard he wanted to kick his teeth in. It was all fun and games to an extent so what could actually go wrong for the duo? There hadn't been a single area within this here academy that probably wasn't destroyed by unsatisfactory art created by these little monsters. I mean, Aikenshi himself was a little monster but for some reason things just seemed to push him far from the category that these young failed shinobi had been in. Did they even deserve to be called "shinobi" at this point? The wonder was at an all-time high and it was up to the Nara and his mere accomplice to take care of things, this would be fun.

Obviously he had not prevented himself from continuing on for with each thought came a sure step closer to the culprits that had been treating their home...their School like dirt. A Nara of such a high caliber -depicting his age- just couldn't have that. Things were kicking into action sooner than he seemed to think they were and not a soul would bring this mission to a halt without success being under his foot. With a look to Kirito before he spun quickly to take in the numbers of young Genin-in training around him. They too had seemed dedicated to what they were working into but it was like this didn't even matter anymore. Yes, looks could be deceiving and they could definitely bring you more than you'd asked for.

There was just the very fact that Aikenshi hadn't been the type to give up so easily. Tch, a challenge? Surely the Nara loved them and wouldn't turn one down even if he couldn't compare to what had stood before him - even such a one to tower him in the league of arsenal. This Genin was raised as a warrior needed be and that much would never be forgotten. Though in time he would trip and wither; things wouldn't change much for him and this he would keep his eyes on - at least things that didn't matter to him but so much. With a breath would he step to Kirito's side and part his lips for speech. His voice rough yet harmless, tone letting the ally know he had by far been ready for this.

"Yo- ready for this snake eyes?" he would speak, eyes cutting over to the ally before his left hand would rise from the contents within his left pocket.

It seemed he had been looking for something he wouldn't find anytime soon... as if his memory wouldn't allow it at this very moment. Bottled up emotions shaken and ready to explode just over the curiosity - the need to know more about the things he was here for. The things he had been trained to do during the little time that he had been able to spend with his old man. It would fall back into the bottom of the barrel, these dreams - flashbacks he'd fallen through tonight. But what he DID learn would surely aid him for a few extra steps on the path he'd decided to walk. This was only the beginning but it was a beginning that he would favor in the end; intriguing.

"I won't let anything stop me from being the best. No matter how long it takes, no matter what I have to do. I'll be the King of Konoha; and I'll show everyone what I'm capable of. You just can't stop me! I have to start somewhere, so I'm moving!"

The words rang out as he climbed to his peak, eyes drowning in bliss. This was the moment he'd been looking for. The feeling of a new door opening in front of him and he hadn't even taken the time to knock. It didn't matter who was behind that door but a single flinch in the wrong direction would get their limbs severed. This was a shinobi who cared for a future and craved the taste of power just to clench with a smile. A sigh would fall from his lips while his eyes rolled back to meet the azure skies.

"I'm ready.
Done Here!"

There was no shame in his game. Everything was going as planned - everything going just as he needed things to go. I no time he'd be up and walking his path the way he should've been the years before. But, it was never too late and the fire burning inside of Aikenshi clearly shouted such. He was one to tower even the most incredible of shinobi - at least in the future. There was nothing you could tell him... He wouldn't change for the life of his Father if it was on the table.

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The young boy would stare for his father. The look on his face unsure, he had been lost in the words spoken by the elder shinobi. He expected the boy to know what 'arsenal' meant? It was like him to do such however. The boy would grow to understand these things if it took every breath the King Nara held in his body. Lives would be given to protect this boy should it come to such a tragic situation. Standing idle the elder would sigh before closing his eyes and tightening his jaw for a bare moment. It would take but a few moments but the boy across from him had already begun trying to decipher the question asked only to find that it was a simple question he indeed knew the answer to now.

"I... I want to be able to move as fast as Lightning. I want to be the smartest ninja in the world - and I want to learn Jutsu that nobody else can. I want to perfect my art. I can be dedicated!" the boy would speak out quickly, yet sure of every word delivered from his tongue. The words could only bring a smile cracking through the distance for his old man. The two hadn't had much of a family left and so they would protect one another for as long as they could. The two of them was all they had after all. As if he could feel the determination of his child crawling across his skin, the chills would come to him and last for but a moment. His heart racing as he looked to the eyes of his child.

There was pain just radiating throughout him now, a moment where his illness had gotten the best of him... Completely. There was nothing he could do now. No, this wouldn't be his death but a time where he came closest to it. The sight of such violent coughing was disturbing in his eyes. The blood spewing from his throat... he could practically feel the pain his old man was feeling. Tears had by far overflown within, rolling for his chin. It seemed there wasn't much more for him to do but wait, traumatized.

His eyes would open quickly; heart racing as he rushed to sit up. Suddenly taking shallow breaths and wondering why he'd never know what was happening with his father, "No one... Told me anything." he would speak. He would remain seated, legs crossed and hands in the grass. The future was his own and he would make no mistake.

No, he hadn't moved a single inch as he dreamed on. The mind was the most important piece of a shinobi's arsenal and nothing would prevent him from finding the secrets hidden within his memories. He'd lay in place, legs remaining crossed and his eyes meeting their elders as far as tone goes. To this very moment he'd wondered how his father would teach a toddler the art of Kagemane but... Apparently he did and, and did a damn good job at that. Why hesitate because you never know what's possible until you act on it. Aikenish would smirk softly...

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The young child could only smile at the words spoken to him by his Idol. So amazing, as if it was something not many could find. This boy's smile could brighten up even the darkest hearts and show the way to something more important than anything else. He was no charm, but he was definitely a piece of Konoha that wouldn't be forgotten. A piece of Konoha that would be an incredible addition to the Leaf family. Nothing had been able to hold him back now regardless of the fact that he could understand but so much at this age. No matter how much the boy had tried to possess his shadow, it never seemed to get anywhere. He could never manage to make success of it; at least the first few days into the training.

For nights on would the family sleep in the grass in front of their home going through an endless stream of training that would indeed leave the two of their bodies shredded and tired out. This was the true meaning of dedication and effort - this was what his future would look like. That burning passion for progression was needed and nothing would remove the thought from his mind. This child was soon to be an elite and not a soul would stop that much or Death would be deliver with a swift thread of darkness that crept but behind each step the blonde would take.

Years on in, things would change and the elder man would being to wither. His life being taken... diminished with each little breath he would take. At the time of, there was nothing that could be done to prolong or even destroy the illness this man had recieved. In truth they had never even found of what the sickness was or even how long it had been running through his system. Just experiencing those moments where his father would cough and spit up blood minute after minute had destroyed the barriers of living forever. At ten years old even HE knew what a fading shinobi looked like. Things had changed since being a toddler...and each and everything that did was drastic.

Sunlight raining over Konoha like the brightest rain under moonlight would bring an unusually curious Aikenshi to the yard, his father left in a deep sleep for his illness would begin to get the best of him, "I-I don't get it... Why can't I be a ninja?" the words would fall from his lips, breaths shallow as tears slid across either side of the Boy's face. This night... He had cried, wondering what it was he failed at during his multiple attempts at but a very intriguing level of the Kagemane technique. The wonder would never fade and this was the most disappointing part of things. He HAD to figure out what exactly was going wrong. It was the most important part of being a ninja.

"You've experienced success son, but you still have a lot to learn." the elder would speak. Upon this time (7yrs after first appearance) he'd been wrinkled and standing over a cane with all his strength. Aikenshi knew what he had and what he wanted to be in this life but what was most important, what he didn't have was a string of things he exactly wanted to pursue in his quest. The boy would turn to his father and extend his arms at his sides to gesture 'why?'

"I understand-" the young shinobi would begin to speak, only to have been cut off by his father. "What is it you want, arsenal-wise Aikenshi Nara?" the question would stand though the boy was quite lost.

Grass stalks crunching beneath his feet as he stepped forward through the lush soft land before his home. The sun had as always shined over the village of Konoha all so blissfully and just the very gaze at such could send one into the deepest realms of the mind. At least when one had been confused and wondering what was to come each and everyday. Sweat rolling down the side of his face would take its time doing so while Aikenshi on the other hand would plop in the grass below, legs crossing though fully extended. With a small grin would he take his hands to the back of his head and lay back... all so comfortably. Slowly but surely he woud slip off... Off into the slumber - the place where the utmost important memories roamed...

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His hands the size of an egg, a Lightning colored buzz-cut sitting atop his head and the smallest pair of slacks would sit over his lower half, nothing worn around the torso but simply half a dragon tattoed to the toddler's chest. The moonlit sky bright as the young boys burning determination to be something. Something the man he looked up to and thought so highly of hadn't gotten the chance to be. One of the smartest shinobi known in the Universe and this would truly take time but as a child... Nothing mattered. Nothing could stop him on his journey for his was being trained by a man of intense caliber. A man of the Nara who had flawed but once in his ninja ways and it cost him everything in the future.

"Keep your hands together, FOCUS Kenshi!" the man's voice would crack the drastic plague of silence enveloping the duo. He stood at six feet, two inches in height and seemed to weigh at least two hundred-fifteen pounds. Anger seeping in with his tone and frustration beginning to show for the young child had no real idea how to mold himself into a being that his father was. The pain radiating through him... the look on his face could never be forgotten. It was just the two of them from their immediate family left and everything he'd been forced to do was just too ridiculous. But the young boy had coped and adapted so far, it wouldn't stop. The elder would take several steps toward his child and look to him with a smile.

The way he felt was sending his adrenaline into a shockwave, surging. All he needed was the young boy to manipulate his shadow one time. Just once and effectively; this would change everything for him and a smile would last for him for a decade if not the rest of his life. There was much the young boy didn't know of his father but there wasn't much he could do at the time. He stood there and looked over his blood - he would be the BEST. "All I need is for you to try, Kenshi. Make me proud." he would speak once more, his eyes narrowing as he did so. Yet and still, his tone was more relaxed this time. Aikenshi would smile himself and bend his knees in, his hands before his chest - chakra surfing back and forth.

He knew this much... That counted for something?

He'd lay idle and let his mind go to work, there were some things he just needed to figure out for himself. Things he had forgotten, things he had screwed up on. There was no pain and no sorrow - but something was missing here and he wouldn't let his mind rest until he'd figured it out. What was it that he wanted back then?